"I know. Logically, anyway. But the further removed I am from who I was, the less I believe that there's something wrong with me, at least."
The blessings of growing older, Altair supposed. There had been a time, when he had been a child, where he had been certain that it was a curse. That he had, in fact, been born wrong or invited his sensitivity to the Force somehow. He still feared other Chiss, but no longer saw what had happened to him as being his fault. He wasn't to blame for other people's ignorance.
"And that's... Horrifying."
Altair stood from where he was sitting, to move over to Anders's side, taking a seat beside him and leaning against him slightly, reaching to pet the kitten in his lap, "Sounds like the sort of thing a Hutt might be into. They do seem fond of taking Force sensitives for gladiators for their blood sport, anyway."
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The blessings of growing older, Altair supposed. There had been a time, when he had been a child, where he had been certain that it was a curse. That he had, in fact, been born wrong or invited his sensitivity to the Force somehow. He still feared other Chiss, but no longer saw what had happened to him as being his fault. He wasn't to blame for other people's ignorance.
"And that's... Horrifying."
Altair stood from where he was sitting, to move over to Anders's side, taking a seat beside him and leaning against him slightly, reaching to pet the kitten in his lap, "Sounds like the sort of thing a Hutt might be into. They do seem fond of taking Force sensitives for gladiators for their blood sport, anyway."